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perfectly functional

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i just miss. i miss insanely

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pure bliss

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how did i find myself explaining to a customer that 32 is in fact less money than 39 and i did him a favour by charging less

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sometimes you just need to listen to the same song for an entire week to truly heal

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ok but like-

kronk is unreal

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When you become 20 something, you have to forgive yourself or you will never grow up. You have to forgive yourself for everything and learn from it.

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an entry from my diary

i turned 20 a while ago, by the way.

The day itself wasn’t as bad as i expected but i still feel pretty much like a kid. scared and sad and conflicted (not sure about what exactly)

Sometimes i go back to the earlier entries and i cringe, or at least i used to.

My therapist sometimes says that picturing me in certain situations is sad. that the sight would’ve been upsetting.

So now when i look at those entries I feel sad.

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*cringe*

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okay but like am i the only one who can’t imagine getting old and don’t want to have to experience that? i’m talking about the age above 55

or is that just like a general fear of the young

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okay but like, a bow? it's literally an ultimate weapon, the weapon of all weapons!! screw dirty swords and guns, a bow is elegant, subtle, eloquent in a way. you don't play around with a bow owner, you know they are capable and dangerous.

today my friend told me that if i was ever admitted to a psychiatric ward it would be because of depression and ocd

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Unlike our local government, I want to support my loved ones.

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Getting married at 21, 22, 23 is actually unhinged behavior I personally want to go to each of these weddings and drag that poor woman away and take her to the club

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inhale

the first ray of sunshine on a sunday morning

exhale

gleaming face of the moon

take a break

twinkling stars are making up new stories

look up

gravity pulling the very sense of being

look down

helium filling up the lungs

close your eyes

you can forget now

let go

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Crystal Wilkinson, “Witness”